This slob of a cinematic piece lost the chance to portray the complexity of Nietzsche, delivering a lackluster soap opera with a comically exaggerated Breuer in love, Freud puffing on cigars and engaging in discussions that even a chef could make, and an aesthetic-Winnick Salome who seemingly appeared just because she was in the novel. Nietzsche concluded his on-screen journey with tears, as he met with the realization that this comically dramatic movie was more than enough to watch even once - torturous indeed. A sentiment shared, it seems, by me and Nietzsche alike.
The only thing that stood out was the actor portrayal of Nietzsche.
This killed Nietzsche and he would remain dead now, poof.
The only thing that stood out was the actor portrayal of Nietzsche.
This killed Nietzsche and he would remain dead now, poof.